Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Index. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.